I don’t know why the good die young, stay hungry, fade away
Does the dark have victory to call the end of day
If love is really attraction like the cosmic gravity
Could there be a… secret handshake…that flips this agony!!
Bring them, drag them, out of chaos rise
Lure em, beckoning, light the darkening skies
Hunger, desperate, stumbling till you fall…
Got here too late. why did you wait? The spirit calls my name!
Chorus:
I used to think I have the secret keys
To speak the words and have it at my knees
To write the letters that break the fetters
And walk away like I am owning the day
I used to think I have the secret keys
To speak the words and have them at my feet
To write the letters that speak the headers
And walk away like I’m a prophet of a bygone age
So step by step the desert stretches, empty wasteland lost
Fata Morgana, mirror mirage makes empty promises
Tongue to palate stuck as mind seeks to desperately obsess
Eyes to the mountains, the helpless cry my life’s worth at cost!
Bring them, drag them, out of chaos rise
Lure em, beckoning, light the darkening skies
Hunger, desperate, stumbling to fall…
Got here too late. why did you wait? The spirit calls my name!
Chorus:
I don’t know how I got to Samaria (Some-area), drawing from the well
Do I find these Lonely places, to face what I deserve…
A beast of burden burning for some sustenance to find
Yet drink from me and thirst again no, Never-Thirst is at hand
Bring them, drag them, out of chaos rise
Lure em, beckoning, light the darkening skies
Hunger, desperate, stumbling to fall…
Got here too late. why did you wait? The spirit calls my name!
Chorus:
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Automated segregated dislodged from culture ties
Digitized monetized databased and classified
Scrutinize, philosophize indoctrinated, confuse all sides
Bend the sapling, chain the child, all murdered babies and Chaos reigns!
(all the babies murdered chaos reigns)
we sing the songs of the ages
the the words fall from pages of cycles returning
Ever the climax erupting
in power corrupting then self destruction
we sing the songs of the ages
the the words fall from pages of cycles of rise and fall
But when a man beholds power, He builds his tower
Beware the Ides of March!
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